Fabe
Her skin against mine made me forget everything else. I moved slowly inside her, holding her like she might slip away if I didn’t.
With my dick deep inside of her, I felt something more than lust. I was embarrassingly in love with her. I was obsessed in a way I’d never admit to anyone but myself. Her body was damn near perfect, but it was more than that. She made me feel a peace I didn’t think existed for a nigga like me.
I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.
How the fuck Rah had this and still treated her foul, I couldn’t even understand.
My brother was a snake, but to lay with a woman like Aaliyah and disrespect her didn’t add up.
All I could imagine was treating her with delicacy, giving her the kind of love Rah didn’t even have in him.
She moaned, arching into me, and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” I murmured against her lips. “You got me hooked, baby. You don’t even understand.”
Her soft yet burning eyes searched mine. “I know. I feel it.”
I kissed her deep and slow, like I wanted to memorize her mouth. Every stroke, every touch felt like I was trying to prove something to her and myself.
I was trying to prove to her that I wasn’t him.
Then my phone started ringing again on the nightstand. I ignored it while grinding deeper into her.
She pulled back slightly, out of breath. “Babe… answer it. That’s the third time it rang.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that right now,” I muttered, kissing down her jaw.
She pushed my chest playfully, though her eyes were serious. “Just answer it, Fabe. It could be important.”
I sighed, grabbed the phone, and glanced at the screen. It was Pop.
My eyes narrowed, wondering what could be so important. “Hello?”
“Fabe,” my father’s voice rushed through, strained. “Rah’s been stabbed. They rushed him to the hospital. He’s in surgery right now.”
I froze, sitting up. “What? Who did it?”
“It was Solae. The police are at the hospital. They say she told them it was self-defense. She claimed Rah was putting his hands on her.” He let out a bitter sigh.
“Boy, you know your brother. He don’t put his hands on women.
That girl has just been bitter ever since he left her for Aaliyah. Now she done took it too far.”
I pressed my hand over my face, shocked at how much Rah had my father fooled, just like the rest of the world.
“His mama losing it. They don’t know if he’s gonna make it through the operation. You need to get down here.”
“I’m on my way,” I said, hanging up.
Aaliyah was sitting up now with worry etched all over her face. “What happened?”
I rubbed a hand down my face. “Rah got stabbed. He’s in surgery right now. They said Solae did it.”
Her lips parted as her eyes widened in disbelief. She shook her head slowly. “Oh my God.” She covered her mouth, then whispered, “Poor Solae. If she got pushed that far… I can’t even imagine what she must’ve been going through with him. She’s probably reached her breaking point.”
I sat there for a second, phone still hot in my hand, and I couldn’t argue with her.
She was right. I knew the type of man my brother really was.
He had been digging his own grave for a long time with all the lying, manipulating, and always pushing people past their breaking point.
If Solae had finally snapped, if she’d defended herself, I couldn’t even blame her.